On travelling down Tweed-side 251 Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life 252 Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing 253 There was five wives at Acomb 256 Now little Billy is gone to the kirk 257 I was young and lusty _ib._ Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty 258 I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend 261 On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old 262 Come, brave spirits, that love Canary 264 Upon the stately river Tees 265 Ye Stockton lads and lasses too 267 Ye freeholders of Stockton town 269 Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend 271 Militia boys for my theme I now chuse 274 ’Twas on a summer’s evening 275 Rookhope stands in a pleasant place 276 Come all the gallant brave wenches 281 Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea 283 In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill _ib._ You Sunderland lasses draw near 284 Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar 285 Elsie Marley is grown so fine _ib._ Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old 287 Come all ye lads who wish to shine 288 And are ye sure the tale is true _ib._ When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms 290 Durham’s old city thus salutes her king 291 As aw was gannin to Durham 292 While visiting this dark abode _ib._ Lov’d stream, that meanders along 293 Its hey for the buff and the blue 294 At home wad I be 296 Its o but I ken well _ib._ Up the raw, ma bonny hinny 297 If you want a busom 298 Up the Butcher bank 299 Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad 300 Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye _ib._ My laddie sits owre late up 301 They’ve prest my dear Johnny _ib._